Still Figuring it Out

Okay, so I am a stay-at-home mom (SAHM). I admit it.  I feel as though I am admitting to being an addict of some sort. The first stage is acceptance.  I recently had a friend tell me that she thinks I am fighting against what is to be. Instead of saying I am a stay-at-home mom with shame, I need to be proud of it. When somebody asks, I need to say, (with smile on face) I am at home raising my children.

The epiphany (if you want to call it that) I had a few days ago is actually probably God finally getting it through my thick skull what He has been trying to tell me all along. I belong at home. For the last year and a half I have been kicking and screaming my way out of the house. But each time I think I have finally made it to the door, I get pulled back in and yes....I am not ashamed to say it...it has been against my will. There I said it. Being a SAHM was never my first choice and is probably not my second or third choice either. Acceptance is the first step to recovery right?

So, as I try to manage myself, my children and my household on a daily basis I may have to institute a few new rules. The first that comes to mind that when the laundry room is finally void of all dirty laundry, all parties who live in the home MUST not soil another article of clothing for at least a week....that will work right?